Just Call Me the Vomit Comet!

I'm in week 16 of my pregnancy now and I am supposed to be beyond all this throwing up stuff, right? NOPE.

During my first trimester I threw up maybe 4 times the entire 13 weeks, and never more than once a week.

This week I have thrown up twice and it's only Thursday.

Early Monday morning we drove down to Bakersfield and I could feel the wave of nausea coming on as we entered town. We stopped at a gas station and I immediately went into the bathroom to throw up. Nothing happened. My nausea disappeared and nothing could induce me to throw up. Until of course, we got back into the car. We had barely driven a 1/4 of a mile down the freeway before I started vomiting. Right there. IN THE CAR!

My husband pulled over before I could spew any more vomit onto the upholstery and I crouched on the highway in the dark, my hands, face, and clothing covered in vomit, throwing up onto the asphalt. It was definitely a low point for me.

After that, my husband got me a bucket to carry with me in the car at all times.

This morning, the nausea came before we had left the trailer, so I was able to throw up in my own toilet and watch the breakfast I just eaten go to waste. At our place, we are always running out of food and always trying to save money, so watching a breakfast go down the toilet was a little tragic. But we got down to Bakersfield with no further incident.

The apparent trigger for these spells of nausea: Whole Wheat Bread. It doesn't get much milder than bread...no one is nauseated because of bread. No one, apparently, except for the Vomit Comet, the new affectionate nickname my husband started referring to me by.